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PART FIVE
Chapter 7
The silver eyes missed nothing.
The tiny laugh lines around the beautiful mouth and the lips which formed a pout when she sleeps. She had the overwhelming urge to plant a soft kiss on the lips, but was reluctant to wake her. She had woken an hour ago and was pleasantly surprised to have found the soft warm body of Inger curled around hers. This is the something she could get very used too.
Realization dawned suddenly.
It was the middle of the day and she was awake! The sun was up and she didn't feel the sleep paralysis which kept her prisoner in her own body during the day. She gently untangled herself from Inger's limbs and not using her powers, slowly made her way to the stairs and up into the room above.
Inside the room she stared at the heavy curtains covering the high window. What if the drug didn't work? She could almost feel the pain that the rays could inflict. Over the centuries she had experienced the venom of the sun countless times.
She gave one look at the curtains and walked over to the windows. She hasn't seen the sun in its full, shinning glory in over 2 000 years and she was going to see it again even if it meant she will have to bear the pain to appease her curiosity. She grabbed the thick material between in both hands and yanked them apart.
She gasped when a ray burst through and hit her face. Momentarily stunned by its brilliance, she waited for the pain to register and for the room to fill with the acrid smell of burning flesh. But the pain didn't come nor did the smell fill the air. What she felt instead, was a warm caress on her face and a faint burning sensation behind her eyes. But she didn't close her eyes. She couldn't have been able even if she'd wanted to. The sight before her dazzled her. The sky was very blue. As blue as Inger's eyes. The sun blazed down from it, basking the landscape with its shimmering warmth. She felt a sudden wetness on her cheek and wiped the tear away.
There was a soft gasp behind her and the next moment Inger rushed past her and yanked the curtains closed, shutting out the sunlight. “What are you doing?” Her voice was shaky and she was quickly inspecting Paloma's body with sharp blue eyes to determine her injuries. “Were you trying to destroy yourself? Why?”
Paloma smiled gently, her eyes devouring the disheveled beauty standing before her.
“No, I wasn't. You have given me reason to live again.” She reached behind Inger and pulled the curtains open. This time her gaze was not on the sunlit scenery outside, instead it rested on the beautiful girl standing in front of her. Her raven black hair gleamed under the rays of the sun and her startling blue eyes seemed even bluer in the light of day. Even though they weren't related biologically, Inger's appearance eerily resembled both Tahlia and Jemima. She had Tahlia's dark complexion and Jemima's, almost transparent, blue eyes. She was unbelievably beautiful. And she was hers. She just had to make sure that Inger knew it too…soon.
Inger was staring at her with an open mouth. She looked so adorable with her face pulled into a confused frown. “But…but I thought…”
Paloma bend her head and placed a hard smacking kiss on her lips.
“I have volunteered to test the daylight drug and to guard you during the day.”
This time Inger's scowl held menace.
“You did what?” Her voice was calm, but Paloma could hear a steely undertone.
“I volunteered that they test the drug on me?”
Inger stared at her and Paloma found herself backing away slowly. Not out of fear, but because she wanted a better view of this spectacular woman as her anger slowly gained momentum. But she was disappointed. Inger's initial anger faded quickly and she was just staring back at her with a soft look in her bright blue eyes.
“You were willing to put your life at risk so that you could guard me during the day?” Inger asked softly, closing the distance between her and Paloma.
Completely confused, Paloma sent out her senses trying to read Inger's thoughts, but she ran into a strong mental block. Tahlia had taught her well, Paloma thought.
“Yes, I volunteered to look after you, because Gene and Carlos didn't stand a chance.”
Inger laughed softly. “Gene and Carlos? Those two are total pushovers. I've been running circles around them since I was six.”
Paloma raised her eyebrows. Gene and Carlos were over 600 years old, and considered ancients, but it is true, they really were no match for the unpredictable Inger. Even hidden in the background, she'd helped them on numerous occasions to keep tabs on a teenaged Inger. Last night she recalled seeing the relief in their eyes when Tahlia informed them that Paloma would head the operation with them as security detail. She fully understood their trepidation. No one would want to have anything happen to the Queen's beloved daughter on their watch.
“My point exactly. Your mother knew that you would prove to be too much for them.”
Inger took another step closer and this time she was standing so close to Paloma, that her breath brushed the Vampire's face.
“What are we going to do while we wait for the day to end and night to fall?” The blue eyes were calm, but Paloma could sense something predatory emanating from her. She was being seduced. Interesting. But not now. The warm rays of the sun were calling out to her, wanting to caress her pale skin.
“If you promise not to love I will tell you.” She gently pushed brushed a stray black lock from Inger's face. She smiled faintly when Inger nodded eagerly. “I would like to go for a walk in the park. Afterwards you can show me all the sightseeing spots in the city.” She saw the shock in Inger's eyes. “What? I have never seen the city in daytime before.”
Inger stared at her for a while; her blue eyes sparkled with merriment. Paloma reached out and touched her cheek gently.
“Maybe later, we can go somewhere where we can be alone. Just the two of us.”
Inger looked at her and Paloma felt the presence of the little minx in her mind. She didn't block her gentle intrusion, instead she cracked opened the vault that contained all the erotic dreams and thoughts she had ever had about her.
Inger blink a few times before a red stain crept up her neck and with a final look into the smoldering silver eyes, she turned and walked away. At the door she turned to look back at Paloma.
“I will take a quick shower and then we can leave.” Her blue eyes were hooded.
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A gnarled hand slammed down hard on the table and all present in the room jumped. Everyone, except for the redhead who was looking at the man with pure hatred blazing in her green eyes. She could smell the fear of the humans in the room as the same gnarled hand lifted and pushed back the cape which hid the face of the man. He was bald with dark veins running over his egg-shaped head. His snake-like eyes which were set in a heavily wrinkled face, swept the room coldly.
“How could this have happened?” His voice was gruff with emotion. “You promised me that everything was under control and that you would bring me the Assassin's head on a silver platter. Instead I've lost my son to her.” The eyes hardened further. “My heir.”
Of the group of expensively dressed men who was seated around the table, not one was able to make eye contact with the creature.
“Somebody needs to tell me what went wrong or at least whose fault it was. If I don't have an answer at the end of this meeting, I promise no one will leave this room alive.” The snake-like eyes were hard and everyone in the room could read the cold determination in the vampire's eyes. “I'm listening.”
Tired of the bloodshed after centuries of being in the presence of this … thing, the woman stepped forward. She was the only person in the room who was safe from the pale vampire's wrath. Her beautiful green eyes were hard.
“And then what. After you have killed them…what then? Paloma has bested you 500 years ago and again this time.” She walked over to stand next to the vampire, her eyes not hiding the contempt she felt for the creature. “She is the ultimate Assassin. She was groomed to kill you and others like you. Your money will not be able to save you this time, Mercredi.”
The vampire's claw shot out and wrapped around the woman's slender neck, but she didn't flinch.
“Hold your tongue, woman, or I will count you among the corpses that will be littering this room soon,” the renegade growl. There was an audile gasp from the others in the room at the creature's threat.
Disdainfully, the woman lifted her hand and threw the creature's hand away from her.
“If you could, you would have killed me centuries ago.” Her voice dripped with hatred. “The humans in this room were corrupted by their own greed and I don't really give a damn if you slaughter them, but do not try to intimidate me with your false bravado.” She turned her back on him and smiled at the helplessness she felt coming from the renegade. But it only lasted for a few seconds.
“I know exactly where your mate is now. I will bring you his head on a platter for you insolence. You will rue the day you‘ve decided to take me on in front of these….” A gnarled hand swept the table before him. “…these humans.” His claw snaked out and he grabbed the man closest to him.
The woman turned away and left the room. Columbus was depraved and he used any chance he got to show her just how much. She heard the obscene sucking noise behind her as he drained the human, but she kept on walking. He had kept her prisoner for more than 400 years, threatening to kill her mate. But this time she had caught him in a lie.
About 120 years ago he had told her that her mate was destroyed in battle. Devastated by the news, she had begun to settle in the depraved life she'd found herself in. With Pierre gone, life had no meaning for her and every chance she got she had baited the vampire, hoping he would forget the important role she played in his foul existence and kill her, but today he gave her the best news ever.
His son, the animal, was dead and secondly, Pierre was still alive.
For centuries she had mourned the death of her beautiful blond angel, but tonight she was going to lock herself in her room and try to make contact with him. That's if he hasn't severed the mental link they've had with each other, believing her dead. But there were others she could contact. Tahlia, Jonas and Paloma were still alive. She smiled as she made her way to the luxurious set of rooms which had been her prison for the past 400 years. Truly happy for the first time in four centuries.
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Jemima was gently cradling her in her arms and for once Inger melted into Jemima's arms without her usual grunting and scoffing. She hugged Jemima closer to her, inhaling the familiar honeysuckle scent of her parent. The feeling of love and safety she felt in Jemima's arms was still the same as when she was a child. She snuggled deeper when Jemima's arms tightened around her.
<What's bothering you, my child?>
The gentle voice in her mind made her smile.
<I've missed being held like this by you.>
Jemima pulled back and looked into her eyes, a highly skeptical look in her sapphire gaze.
“What is it that you want me to do this time, Inger? Buy you a Porsche? Bored with the motorcycle already?”
Inger smiled and place a gentle kiss on Jemima's cheek. “I just want you to hold me like you are doing now, Mom.”
Jemima laughed softly and held her close again – careful not to crush her.
<I love you both more than you know.>
Tahlia's voice when it interrupted their mental conversation was filled with so much love that both Jemima and Inger turned to look at her where she was standing, looking out of the window with her back turned to them.
Jemima allowed Inger to loosen herself from her embrace and walk over to Tahlia. Inger knew Jemima would not mind. As a child she'd moved between them like this, giving them both equal attention and love.
Locked in Tahlia's strong arms, Inger stole a quick glance Paloma's way. They were at her grandparents' house and Paloma was playing chess with her grandfather.
Their day was spent sightseeing and afterwards when they went to a small restaurant for lunch. It there that she'd first sensed Paloma's eyes desire. Throughout the morning the silver eyes were wide and sparkled with childlike awe as she walked through the sunny park and fed the pigeons. Thus she was completely caught off guard when the playfulness had suddenly left the silver gaze and the looks became longer and filled with yearning. It had taken a lot of energy from her to swallow her food and not choke on it. Paloma had quietly sipped on a glass of wine, but still Inger could feel her intense gaze on her.
She was very relieved when Paloma had left the table for a while and giving her time to collect her thoughts and get her breathing under control. Their sightseeing was interrupted when she Paloma was called to the Consortium headquarters for a check up and tests to evaluate the progression of the drug. It was already dark when they'd reached the mansion and she was relieved to find her parents there already. In their presence, Paloma had backed down a little and instead challenged James to a game of chess. But the smoldering silver eyes were at it again.
James suddenly looked up from the chessboard and found Paloma staring at Inger. His blue eyes moved across the room to where Rafina was sitting reading a thick paperback novel. She must have felt his eyes on her, because she too looked up and they shared a soft smile. Together they both rose and walked towards each other.
“We are old and need our rest unlike you night crawlers.” James turned to look at Paloma. “There is enough sleeping place here. Inger can show you where you can rest.”
Paloma smiled her gratitude and came to her feet too. “I wish you both a goodnight's rest.”
When James and Rafina had left the room, she curled her tall frame back into the chair. Jemima came over to sit in the chair that James had vacated.
Paloma looked up into the blue eyes of Jemima. She wasn't human and thus wasn't supposed to feel anxious when confronted by her lover's mother, who by the way was only a measly 50 years old compared to her 2 000 years. Jemima scanned the chessboard quickly and nodded.
“My father was thoroughly outplayed, I see. No wonder he made such a quick and graceful exit.”
“He is one of the best I've ever played against.”
Jemima picked up one of the ivory carved chess pieces turning it around in her hand, but her eyes were focused on Paloma.
“I never got the chance to thank you for volunteering to look after my daughter. She is very special to Tahlia and me.”
Paloma looked over to where Tahlia and Inger stood arm in arm looking out into the night. Yes, Inger was very special indeed. A hazy scene of a gasping mouth and quivering thighs crossed her mind and she quickly pushed it back before anyone picked her mind – especially the woman sitting next to him. When Paloma turned to look at Jemima she was surprised to see the hint of fear in the other woman's eyes. But knowing how private vampires were about their feelings she didn't pry. It wasn't in her nature to do so either.
“She is very special to me too.”
“I know.”
They sat in silence, looking at each other. Paloma felt a strong ripple of power in the air and she was shocked to find that it came from Jemima and not Tahlia as she'd initially thought. She was a very powerful woman, for a former human. From what she'd heard from Juan, Jemima was completely drained by Drake and had a full blood replacement from Tahlia, which meant that she had the same rich and powerful genetics of Lecrac. She now looked at Jemima more closely. Yes, it was there - the subtle power that clung to her. She didn't carry it like they do, but instead she hid it behind her soft blue eyes and easy smiling façade.
Tahlia too had felt the surge of power in the room and she swung around to look at them, her black eyes resting possessively on Jemima before moving over to Paloma where the black eyes sharpened with burning intensity.
“I got the warning.” Paloma said calmly, slightly amused. The power display was simply to let her know that if she hurt her daughter, Jemima was more than capable of taking her on – without Tahlia's help. Jemima's lips curved up in a slow feral smile and with a fluid movement she came to her feet. Paloma couldn't help but admire the woman as she walked away from her to join her family. She was not only powerful but extremely sexy. If Inger turned out to be like her mother, she would really have trouble keeping her hands to herself.
A low growl in her head cut her thoughts short and she looked up to find Tahlia's dark eyes boring into her. Smiling, she shrugged and came to her feet.
“I'm going out.”
She turned to look at Inger and found her blue eyes slowly roaming over her body. Yes, she wants me too. The look of pure hunger said it all. But this time she will not make the first move. She'd been broadcasting her need the whole afternoon only to be snubbed by the Inger. Let her try and take the initiative for a change.
“I will be here at dawn to accompany you to class, Inger.”
She saw the confusion in Inger's eyes.
“Are you not going to spend the night here?”
She shook her head.
“I have a few places to go and people to see. I might not be done before dawn.”
Inger nodded, but Paloma saw the speculative look in the blue eyes. Yes, my love, I want you to wonder about me. She dissolved and streaked through the open window.
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Shortly after Paloma departure, Inger also went to bed, leaving Tahlia and Jemima behind. The minute they were alone, the two lovers melted into each others arms, sharing a long passionate kiss.
“I thought we would never get the chance to be alone, my love,” Jemima gasped with her face pressed into Tahlia's neck. They'd fed earlier before coming to the mansion, but the smell and heat of Tahlia's body so close to hers, spiked her blood with desire and called to her ever-present hunger. She contemplated taking a few sips, but then she would miss out on their little lustful ritual afterwards. She pulled back and looked into Tahlia's eyes. Oh, those beautiful black eyes. Tonight they were velvety soft and ablaze with love. Her sexy, dangerous woman. Wife. It sounded wonderful.
“But you still haven't made an honest woman out of me?”
Jemima laughed softly. “I will soon.” Her blue eyes held a mysterious look and Tahlia frowned.
Since Jemima had realized her power and had proven to be a great warrior, she'd stopped worrying too much about her safety, but now and then that same mysterious look will come into her eyes and she knew from experience that it meant trouble. The last time she had that look in her eyes, was about twelve years ago. She had left the safe house without her knowledge and walked straight into an ambush set for her by a bunch of renegades. Luckily she had sensed her anxiety and had followed her only to arrive and find her literally ripping into the band of renegades. Her explanation for leaving the safe house without protection was because she wanted to surprise her with flowers since it was their anniversary. Since then she had come to panic when she saw that look.
Jemima leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her lips.
“You worry too much, my love. I'm a mother now. I will not do anything irresponsible.” She lifted Tahlia's hand from where it rested on her hip and placed it on her breast. “Would you like to see the new lingerie I bought?”
There were no meetings planned for the night and nor do they have to worry about Inger roving the streets looking for renegades. For Tahlia, the night suddenly turned into one that she knew she would remember for centuries to come. She grabbed Jemima close and using preternatural speed, rushed them to the basement.
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Earlier in the day, she'd noticed a black van that seemed to appear at almost all the sightseeing spots Inger has dragged her to. While they had lunch at the restaurant she had excused herself without alerting Inger and crept closer to the van. The closer she had come, the more ominous the feeling she got. There were three men in the van and all of them reeked of violence and death. They were part of the Servants of Redemption, because she got the same stench from the guy she captured a few nights ago. She had eavesdropped on their conversation and when nothing of importance was said she made a move to distance herself from the van, but was stopped dead in her tracks. The topic had moved to the vampiress.
“If the boss doesn't need her anymore, maybe he will allow us to have some fun with her,” one of the men was saying. “She's quite hot or so I've heard.”
“You wish. If he'd kept her alive for 400 years, she must be very important to him. What would make him change his mind about her now?”
The first men snorted. “There are so many other vampire chicks running around. When the boss gets here, I'm sure he will re-evaluate the arrangement he has with the Vampiress.”
The third man laughed.
“You two are crazy if you think Mercredi will replace her. Rather focus on the human girl. She's quite a looker even though she doesn't have the same dark sensual aura as the Assassin. I won't mind banging her silly.” The other men chuckled and Paloma had made up her mind. The speaker will die first and the rest will follow.
The radio had cracked and a harsh voice came from it.
“The bodyguard is no longer at the restaurant.”
At that exact time she had materialized in the van with them. It had taken the men a while to sense her presence but by then it was too late for them. She had snapped their necks even before they got a chance to answer the man on the radio.
Now she was in the city morgue, standing in a corner cloaked in an invisibility spell. Someone was sure to come and identify the bodies. Once she knew who the person was, she would follow them until she found their hiding place. The place was cold and quiet except for the beating of the rain on the roof. She had been here for quite a while and still no one had turned up. She had read the state coroner's mind and found that the police were there earlier asking if they had notified any next of kin, but no names or persons had come forth.
She had been a hunter long enough to know that Mercredi wouldn't want the men to be linked to him and the three unclaimed bodies in the morgue mixed with a very suspicious and dedicated detective could spell trouble for his organization. Someone will be sent to get the bodies and she was waiting for that person.
She was no stranger when it comes to death, but being a morgue was not a comfortable place to be. She quickly turned her thoughts to Inger and found herself smiling. Since having met her, Paloma was surprised by the many times she found herself just smiling for no apparent reason. The little minx was good for her old, tired soul. While the drugs had taken action, last night and she was near total collapse, she still remembered, Inger coming to lie next to her, holding her in her arms. It was a great feeling, being taken care off for a chance. She had gone to bed alone for so many times, but last night made all those other nights fade into obscurity.
Paloma stiffened suddenly as a slight ripple coursed through the air. Three shapes materialized a few meters from her. Renegades . They went to the cooler containing the bodies of the three men and unceremoniously dragged the bodies out of the freezer.
Outside, she followed them at a safe distance until they entered what looked like a deserted warehouse. At least she knew now where to come back to. She will come back during the day, when no one expects a vampire to attack.
She dissolved and made for home. She will spend the night at her place.
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Inger sat up in the bed and scanned the room. The room was cast in semi-darkness but she could feel the shadows shifting.
“Come to me.” Her voice sounded loud in the quiet of the night. But still there was no movement. “I know you are there. Come to me.”
For a few seconds there was no movement, but then a shadow disentangled itself from the shadows and stepped forward. The silver eyes burned into hers.
“How did you know I was here?”
Inger pulled back the covers and patted the empty space next to her in bold invitation.
“I felt your presence.” When Paloma still didn't make a move towards the bed, Inger laughed softly. “What? Don't tell me you are scared of getting into bed with me? Is Paloma Soleil, the legendary Royal Vampire Assassin scared of getting into a bed with a mere human?” She fell back against her pillow and her hands went to her buttons on her nightgown.
Paloma stepped forward quickly and stilled her hands.
“I just wanted to come see you one last time before I went home. Please, don't make it difficult for me, Inger.” Paloma's voice sounded strangled and Inger reveled in the power she had over this dangerous woman. She relived the last time Paloma made love to her. Her strong, but yet gentle hands holding her in place while she was plundering her body, her soft husky voice mumbling to her in Italian, her hot tongue in her mouth, her persistent fingers down there.
Flinging the top away from her, Inger slowly lifted her hands and cupped her own breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately and she grinned when she heard a soft gasp coming from Paloma. When she looked up at Paloma she shrieked. Paloma wasn't standing where she had been a moment ago. Instead she was bending over her, her lips slowly descending towards one of her nipples. Inger groaned when she felt the hot mouth clasp over her nipple. Paloma's tongue licked the rough surface of her nipple and Inger arched her back off the bed, groaning softly.
“Stay with me tonight, Paloma. I just want to feel your touch one last time.”
Paloma lifted her head and her silver eyes burned into hers.
“What are you talking about ‘one last time'? I will never get enough of you.” She pressed her lips against Inger's parted lips. “I plan on claiming you as my woman, my life partner, and if I have to wait decades for you to be reincarnated, I will wait for you and claim you again and again.” Paloma's voice broke and she pressed her face in Inger's neck. There was a suspicious wetness in her neck and Inger held the blonde head tighter to her. Her own eyes were also damp.
She'd heard from Jemima how Tahlia had suffered every time she had to bury her and then wait for up to eighty years for her reincarnated. When she looked at her parents she had always been in awe by the love they shared, but only after Jemima had confided in her that she had understood the depth of their love for each other. The sacrifices, the fidelity and the heartache. Now her blonde warrior was offering her the same.
She pulled the blonde head back and looked deeply into the mesmerizing silver eyes. They held such a raw expression of love that Inger felt her heart tighten.
“Do you realize what you are offering me, Paloma?”
The silver eyes didn't even blink when she answered. “Yes. I offer you everything that is me, my breath, my thoughts, my love, my loyalty.” Their lips met halfway and with a flick of her hand, Paloma had them both naked. The urgency between them had been building throughout the day and it didn't take much to push them both over the edge.
“I'm ready. Take me now.” Inger reached under her pillow. “Use this.”
Paloma's eyes moved from the toy to Inger's brilliant blue eyes, her eyes looking for confirmation and then her hand was moving downwards to test her readiness. When Paloma slipped her finger into her wet centre, the silver eyes started to glow with unbridled lust. The blue eyes blazed back into hers, Paloma took the toy and sat back.
“You are so beautiful.” Paloma whispered and planted a hard kiss on her lips before strapping on the toy. Inger smiled when Paloma turned back to her and moved to lie between her legs, giving Inger a deep kiss.
Paloma gently dipped the blunt head of the toy in her wetness, pushing it in a little bit to make Inger moan softly. She continued until she felt Inger's nails rake down her back. She was ready.
Inger felt Paloma entering her, her strong hands on the back of her knees pressing her legs open, …wider. Inger closed her eyes, internalizing the feeling.
“Look at me, my heart. I want you to look at me as a possess you. I want you to know who and what I am.” Paloma grated out between clenched teeth. Her fangs were showing and Inger was surprised at her inability to fear this woman even when she saw the bright red light burning in her eyes.
Paloma grunted when the toy slid deeper and deeper still until it stopped. She was buried to the hilt. The Assassin pressed her face into Inger's breasts to regain her composure.
Impatiently, Inger bucked her hips and moaned when it went even deeper. The blonde head lifted slowly and this time Inger felt a low menacing thrill went down her spine, but before she could react on the feeling, Paloma threw back her head and with sharp white fangs showing, she began to move her hips. The silver eyes were almost transparent with desire as she reared back and thrust into her over and over again. The feeling was so intense that Inger felt herself gasping for breath. But still Paloma surged her. Her face was set in a tight mask of passion while her strong hands were pressing her legs higher. Opening her wider for her powerful thrusts, foreign words falling from her parted lips.
Just when she felt her body to starting to tremble with the onslaught of her orgasm, Paloma growled deeply and doubled her efforts, started to deepen her strokes. The bed creaked under the weight of her thrusts.
“I … claim you … as… mine … now … and …till the end of time.” The words left Paloma in gasps even as her thrusts became more frenzied. Inger grasped the flexing mounds in her hands, urging Paloma to go deeper still. Paloma bent her blonde head and Inger felt the sharp pinpricks on her left breast and then she felt herself slip over the edge, falling deeper and deeper into an abyss.
She could still vaguely feel Paloma plunder her releasing body with deep thrusts, but the intimate feeling of Paloma drinking from her breast was what Inger knew she would remember forever. It was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced. So this was what it felt like to be possessed fully – heart, body, mind and soul. It was nothing like how her mom tried to explain to her. It was more. It was earth shattering. When she came by, it was to find the silver eyes studying her anxiously. Not again…Was she going to suffer blackouts every time they have sex?
“Are you OK, my love?”
Her mouth worked, but still no sound came forth, and Inger resorted to a weak nod. All she wanted to do now was to curl up against her lover and sleep. She doubt if she will even wake up tomorrow morning. Her whole body was still vibrating like a tightly strung string with the aftermath of her orgasm. When she tried to close her legs, she found them unresponsive and the place between her legs registered a warm dull aching sensation. With all the strength she could muster after having been thoroughly ravished, she rolled over on her side and pushed her naked backside into the cradle of Paloma's strong body.
“Sleep… I need to sleep.” She sighed again when she felt the strong arms circling her waist pulling her closer.
“Sleep tight, my heart. I will watch over you while you rest.”
Inger's eyes cracked open and she pushed closer still to Paloma. “Don't leave me.”
Paloma placed a kiss on her sweaty shoulder. “Not even if my life depended on it, my love.”
With that assurance, Inger felt consciousness slip away.
Inger woke an hour later and felt the warm body curled around hers. She'd stayed with her. She turned as carefully as she could so as not to wake Paloma. She wanted to see what the Assassin looked like when she was asleep. She turned only to find the silver eyes open and staring back at her.
“You're not sleeping?”
“No. Holding you in my arms is too distracting.”
Inger smiled and pushed a stray lock of hair behind Paloma's ear. They were lying facing each other and Inger shifted closer noticing that Paloma was still naked. She loved the way the vampire's cool skin felt against her.
“Let me help you sleep, will you?” She pressed her lips against Paloma's.
The silver eyes flashed, amused. “You could try.”
Two hours later, when Inger rolled off the Assassin's trembling body and tucked her into the crook of her arm. From the lack of movement or sound, it was evident that the Vampire had dazed off. Licking her damp fingers slowly, Inger moaned softly, who would've though that the woman would taste so intoxicating. She'd taken her over and over again, but simply couldn't get enough of Paloma's taste and the sexy hissing sounds she made deep in her throat. She looked down into the face of her lover.
The Assassin was lying next to her drained after hours of scorching passion. She tenderly stroked the sweaty body of her lover. There was still so much she'd wanted to teach Paloma. She hadn't even started on the good parts yet when Paloma's quaking body couldn't take anymore and she'd slipped into a deep soundless sleep. Oh, how exhilarating it was to have so much power over one so powerful, Inger thought and closing her eyes as she snuggled closer to Paloma.